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CeeCee’s back…with a new look – and Nessa in the hot seat! 😉
After a tough few days, having engaged in plenty of self-evaluation, CeeCee is ready to get back to work. Replenished by mindful meditation and yoga, she senses a turning point ahead. Gone are the theatrical costumes; today she wears a soft cream jumpsuit with a wide, tan leather belt that matches the scarf holding back her unruly red curls. This is not the CeeCee we know and love, but a business-like young woman with a point to make.
Let’s hope she hasn’t taken this transformation too far.
Whilst, CeeCee has modified her appearance, the room – although muted – still alludes to her earlier self. Back are the chiffon drapes (yellow rather than pink) and the incense sticks (this time emitting a musky scent to restore balance and order), along with soft-lighting giving the room an altogether sunnier feel.
She seems to have a plan in mind.
Nessa arrives, sniffing…
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I’m happy to have Virginia Heath guest blogging on Nesie’s Place today! Read about her latest book in the Wild Warriners series, preorder your copy ahead of the February 1st release, and enter Virginia’s Rafflecopter Giveaway for a chance to win one of FIVE digital copies of A Warriner to Tempt Her. 🙂
Hello, and thanks for inviting me to Nesie’s Place to celebrate my release. A Warriner to Tempt Her is the third book in my Wild Warriners quartet, but like all my stories, is a standalone so you can read about my sinfully handsome brothers in any order you like. This book is Joseph Warriner’s story. He’s a brilliant young doctor working in his home town in Nottinghamshire. Not the best place for a Warriner to set up his practice because the family have a dreadful reputation going back centuries. But Joe is determined to win them over regardless.
The story starts with Joe convinced he is in love with the feted society beauty Lady Clarissa Beaumont, but it is her sister Bella who intrigues him as he finds himself reluctantly working alongside her when she volunteers at a children’s home…
For over an hour she watched him surreptitiously. He had an easy way about him which she envied, clearly comfortable in his scholarly skin and enjoying the company of his boisterous family. When Bella accompanied her mother to the retiring room, she returned to see him dancing with one of his brother’s wives. Bella had briefly been introduced to Mrs Cassie Warriner and had liked her immediately. She had not been introduced to her husband, but had noticed his pronounced limp the first time she had seen him, so it stood to reason that particular Warriner did not dance so his brother was standing in for him. Justifying why the doctor was dancing with a pretty woman—a pretty and obviously pregnant woman—made the fact he was dancing with one more palatable, not that Bella wanted to dance with him, of course. Dancing would mean touching and the very thought of that sent her into a panic. She never wanted to be touched again.
At the end of the dance she lost sight of him and was scanning the crowd for his dark head when he came up alongside. ‘I see your ankle is better.’
Instinctively she jumped and took a step back even though he was not that close. ‘Yes, it is…although it’s not up to dancing.’ Why had she felt compelled to say that when he hadn’t asked her to?
Idiot. He dances so well, as well. I miss dancing.
The voice inside was sighing. It was most disconcerting.
‘Tom is doing well.’ A safer topic and one Bella could manage without palpitations.
‘The inflammation is almost gone and there has been no sign of a raised temperature for a whole day now,’ she said.
‘I think we should keep him in the infirmary for at least another day. Little boys tend to pass on illnesses in the dormitories and we don’t want any more cases of quinsy if we can help it.’
He kept referring to the patient as theirs, as if they shared the responsibility of his treatment, and that warmed her. He recognised her part in Tom’s recovery and her place in the infirmary. Recognised it and acknowledged it. ‘I shall check on him on Monday, and if he continues to make rapid progress we can send him back to be with his friends.’
‘He’s very bored.’ Now that the crisis had passed, Tom wanted constant entertaining. She had read him every book on the little bookshelf. Some of them twice.
‘Excellent news. Bored is good. The very ill are rarely bored. They are too busy being ill. Only the well get bored.’
You’re bored, the voice inside her reminded her. Bored is good. He just said so. Do you remember when you were too terrified to be bored? What is that if not progress?
‘Dr Warriner!’ her mother interrupted a little too casually, with her father in tow. ‘You have not yet met my husband, have you?’
‘Your lordship.’ Joe bowed his dark head politely. ‘It is a pleasure to finally make your acquaintance.’
‘I was curious to meet the man behind the infirmary my daughter is wedded to.’ Her father looked the doctor up and down, assessing his worthiness, and to Bella’s mind did not approve of what he saw. ‘It seems I must thank you for coming to her rescue the other day. Bella speaks very highly of your skills as a physician.’
‘She does?’ Those fathomless blue eyes regarded her with amusement and she blushed crimson to the tips of her toes. Subtlety was never her father’s strong suit and he had rather given the impression she had been waxing lyrical, which perhaps she had once or twice when she regaled her day to her family over dinner. It was splendid to be doing something again. Especially something as useful and important as healing.
‘I’ve been telling my parents about Tom’s tonsils and…’ Perhaps it was better not to try to explain and simply brush it off, except she couldn’t muster the nonchalance to brush it off when he was still smiling at her, so she clamped her mouth shut instead.
Always so benevolent, Dr Warriner finished her sentence for her. ‘And I hope you have also told them how your swift intervention prevented him from going downhill. I was detained with another patient and your daughter single-handedly brought down the poor lad’s fever. By the time I arrived, the crisis had passed and he was already on the path to recovery.’
Both of her parents gaped at her. ‘You did?’
Once upon a time they would have expected her resourcefulness. It was a stark reminder of how far she had fallen in a year that they were both astounded and pathetically grateful to see some remnants of their old daughter return. It made Bella even more self-conscious than she was already. ‘I only brewed some willow bark tea.’
‘I fear I must contradict you there, my lady.’ Kind blue eyes were even more amused. ‘She sent to my surgery for a precise concoction of herbs to ease the child’s distressing symptoms. I was mightily impressed with her knowledge of medicine.’
Her mother was now completely beside herself with joy, reading far too much into a silly potion than the thing warranted. As if being able to remember a few herbs would somehow return her to her old self. Her father was positively scowling. How she wished they would all stop staring at her. ‘Bella has always had a very scientific mind. Had she been born male, I have no doubt she would have been the most dedicated and brilliant of scholars.’ Her father disapproved of her ‘hobby’ but had allowed it in Retford while she ‘convalesced’, even though he had decreed the daughters of earls were not supposed to get their hands dirty. He was, however, prepared to indulge her for the duration of the summer whilst she was out of sight in Retford to see if industry reaped better rewards than the water treatments and bloodletting.
‘If you’ll pardon me for saying it, sir, your daughter is a dedicated and brilliant scholar. Anyone who is familiar with the recent writings of Dr Laennec has a knowledge of medicine which exceeds that of the average layman.’ Things her father would be mortified to hear. Dr Warriner began to rifle in his coat pocket. ‘Which reminds me, I brought you this, Lady Isabella.’ He handed her a wooden stethoscope. ‘This was the original one I had made, but it is far too dainty for my enormous hands and I thought you might like it.’
Bella supposed most girls would melt if a man gave her flowers, but the exquisitely turned medical instrument was more beautiful to her than a bouquet of a thousand crimson roses. A funny little nerve jumped in her tummy and her heartbeat was so fast and so loud in her own head she doubted anyone would need a stethoscope to hear it. ‘I don’t know what to say…thank you… I shall treasure it.’
Her parents shared a knowing look and instantly Bella wished the floor would open up and swallow her whole. Her father was clearly both concerned and horrified in equal measure. They were reading things into this innocent exchange which were not there. Dr Warriner was being nice and respected her mind. Just as she respected his mind…except there was so much more she was coming to like about him.
‘There you are, Dr Warriner!’ Clarissa sailed towards them and his eyes swivelled automatically. She threaded an arm through his possessively. ‘You did promise to dance with me, did you not?’
A shy innocent wary of all men… After a shocking incident, shy Lady Isabella Beaumont is perfectly happy to stay in the background and let her sister get all the attention from handsome suitors! However, working with Dr. Joseph Warriner to help the sick and needy pushes her closer to a man than she’s ever been before. Is this man worth trusting with her deepest of desires…?
Is your book part of a series / standalone? It is part of The Wild Warriners series but can be read as a standalone
Are there any possible trigger warnings that bloggers/readers need to be aware of? I don’t think so. It tackles mental health issues in the 19th century and there is a smallpox epidemic.
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When Virginia Heath was a little girl it took her ages to fall asleep, so she made up stories in her head to help pass the time while she was staring at the ceiling. As she got older, the stories became more complicated, sometimes taking weeks to get to the happy ending. Then one day, she decided to embrace the insomnia and start writing them down. Fortunately, the lovely people at Harlequin took pity on her and decided to publish her romances, but it still takes her forever to fall asleep.
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Everyone’s giving poor CeeCee such a bad time! 😮
CeeCee has invited us once more to her Inner Sanctum, hoping to have a better experience than the previous one she had with Fern. Still a little upset by the young woman’s abrupt and hurtful comments, she intends to pull out all the stops to impress Raven. She has chosen her outfit with this in mind (chiffon scarves aplenty, harem pants and a sparkly cropped top with a tad too much flesh on show, finished off with a sateen turban studded with an oversized, plastic gemstone)
Unfortunately, CeeCee doesn’t do ‘understated’ and is a founder member of the ‘more is more’ brigade! She has a job on her hands, trust me. Raven is unlikely to be swayed by CeeCee’s colourful and theatrical garb. Still, you can’t blame CeeCee for trying.
Here she comes now. Brace yourself. Good Luck, CeeCee.
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L.S. Fellows is doing a great set-up for her upcoming release! Annie Skillset is gone and now we meet CeeCee, the Psychic! Remember to click through and leave the author a like, comment, or both! 😉
After the rather terse interviews conducted by Annie Skillsett, another panelist now takes over.
CeeCee Dedmann is a psychic, clairvoyant and all-round hippy-chick, and she has invited each of the four main characters to either connect with someone from the other side or to look into her Crystal Ball. What will they choose?
As a free spirit, untethered to the physical confines of any building, CeeCee is using Annie’s office. She has adorned the plain desk with swathes of purple silk, pink chiffon drapes cover the window, and snatches of sunlight filter through, dappling the walls. Soft music tinkles, and the heady scent of jasmine wafts throughout from burning incense sticks.
It’s a whole new world! I hope my characters are ready for her.
First up, we have Fern in the hot seat. On arrival, she’s a little wary of the changes made to the office. It’s clear she’s more…
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A powerful contemporary romance set in the fast-moving world of international rugby.
When your world crashes down
When they all say you’re out
When your body is broken
I will rise.
I will return.
And I will be undefeated.
Nick Renshaw is the golden boy of British rugby. When a serious injury threatens his career, he starts to spiral downwards, a broken man.
Feeling abandoned and betrayed by those closest to him, he fights to restart his life. Maybe there’s someone out there who can help him. Maybe he can find his way back toward the light. Maybe … not.
Dr. Anna Scott might be the one person who can help Nick, but she has her own secrets. And when Nick’s past comes back to haunt them both, the enigmatic doctor is more vulnerable than she seems.
Broken and betrayed, the struggle to survive seems intolerable. Who will give in, and who will rise, undefeated?
It’s a beautiful game.
It’s a hard game.
And even on a good day your body is battered and bruised. It’s a brutal game with blood, mud, and dirt.
See this scar on my cheek? Rugby.
See this scar running through my eyebrow? Rugby.
I have a lot of scars.
I have 13 scars on each arm from keyhole surgery, knee surgery, scars on my forehead and the back of my head, scars on my knuckles, broken fingers. I’ve had both eyelids stitched, surgery on both shoulders, suffered a broken nose twice and spiral fractures in my hands, I’ve broken my fingers so many times, I don’t even count those. I’ve had cartilage cleaned out of my left knee, two medial ligament grade two tears on each knee, three lots of surgery for Achilles tendon injuries, and once I put my bottom teeth through my top lip. Getting stitches in your mouth isn’t much fun. They tug when you eat or speak.
There’s nothing nice about rugby. Maybe that’s why I bloody love it.
Chicks dig scars? Yeah, I’ve heard that, too.
In my experience, they’re not so keen on being around while you’re healing. Being the loser who’s benched, not so sexy. Being the guy whose career went down the toilet … I’m looking a lot less appealing now.
Trusting a woman when you’re at your lowest—dumbest, stupidest thing ever.
Beat me, break me, butcher my heart.
I’m coming for you. And this time…
I’m going to win.
Stuart is a retired England International Rugby League player whose career spanned 16 years as a professional playing for several top League clubs. He has had several major injuries that nearly ended his career just as in Undefeated, the amazing collaboration with Jane.
Currently, he is a Personal trainer living in Cheshire, and has an online fitness program: Fear Nothing Fitness.
I enjoy watching surfers at my local beach and weaving stories of romance in the modern world, with all its trials and tribulations.
It’s been the best fun working with Stu on this story. And yes, he did think about joining the Marines once.
Annie Skillset takes on Stefan Pariah…er, I mean Pereira! 😄 Did you preorder yet? 😉
Annie’s work here is almost done.
Stefan Pereira is on his way to her office.
Was that perfume she dabbed on her wrists?
Really, Annie? I thought you were a professional.
Well, I wasn’t expecting that kind of reaction.
After eight months on remand, he’s ready to tell his story. But I must warn you, he’s a ladies’ man. You’ve been warned.
A knock on the door. He’s here.
AS: Come in, Mr Pereira, please take a seat.
(Stefan enters, pulls out a chair and sits, a soft smile forms on his lips)
SP: Thank you, but please, call me Stefan. Mr Pereira is my father. (He tilts his head to one side)
AS: Of course. (Annie giggles. OMG she giggles!
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